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Give It Up - Public Enemy
Aight {aight} aight aight {aight} aight {aight}

aight if I'm you aight {I'm aight}

I be better get some that of bass

{word give it up} aight yeah

It's another record, check it, mad methods
To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil steppin down a level
It's who they fear is you

Who protects us from us and you from you

I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounce

I did em like a demo {threw em out the window}
I took a 98 cause I never liked a limo
But pump pump pump pu-pump pump it up
mad rhyme, A for mad times, that's what's up
Some ain't gonna change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back your brain
Wreckin records with funky stuff
loud Am I enough? {yeah} You got ta give it up

Give it up, give it up, give it up yo
Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up

yeah give it up

you gots ta give it up now

Come again with the same old bounce
I'm calling a foul and once again it counts
Mad tense mad tense brothers know
The blunts in the back got the black behind and that's wack

cracked Hey corn Jimmy cracker singin "I don't care", it's on

I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times
Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her
They don't hear me though, so here I go
I'm sick and tired so Sly'll take ya higher
When I'm takin his sound to bring you down
Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but never cotton pickin
Like James Brown I'm sayin it loud
Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna never ever change

Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change

Give it up ..

And when I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum
Some second guessing my lessons about saving young
Some don't know like Run said so here we go
Where it is inside, whoop there it is
{aaaaaaah} There it is
[There it is, damn right
X My man is a bad mother {shut your mouth)

There it is, can you hit me off with another one

I never did represent doing dumb shit
Some gangsta lying - I'd rather diss Presidents
Dead or alive, bring em and I'll swing em
I vocalize, I just rap, I don't sing em

Flick em, and I fling em, you can go with em
Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Dave Bing em
Go Grandmama, close but no cigar
I got mine, for I'm using my rhyme
The flow go wherever I want, and that's clever
Give a piece of my time, to prevent some crime
And who behind puttin the guns to the young ones
The ones that make em is the ones that take em
Rugged for no reason, down in duck season
I don't want my mama, on the street wearing armor
check yaself So before ya wreck yaself
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
Give it up give it up give it up
Give it up give it up